Further adventures in my life as a failed minimalist ...
I like to think I'm a minimalist but perhaps I'm faking it. The house looks fairly uncluttered but the wardrobes and hall cupboards tell a different story. On the positive side I am in the middle of a project to declutter the library wardrobe but in the process I ran into a quite unrelated little hoard - more saved birthday cards.
I don't intend to keep them but I don't like to throw them out right away so I find place to stash them out of my immediate view and the problem is solved. Until I come across them again, that is.
Here are three of the ones I found this time:
From my Dad
Inside my Dad's card
What sort of behaviour is that? Promising something 'good' which he'll give me a year's time! At least, I think it was a year away and that these cards were from my 49th birthday - but who really knows.
From my brother and his family
From book-friend Beth
To be entirely honest I do know of another stash of birthday cards ... but that's a decluttering project for another day.
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I don't intend to keep them but I don't like to throw them out right away so I find place to stash them out of my immediate view and the problem is solved. Until I come across them again, that is.
Here are three of the ones I found this time:
From my Dad
Inside my Dad's card
What sort of behaviour is that? Promising something 'good' which he'll give me a year's time! At least, I think it was a year away and that these cards were from my 49th birthday - but who really knows.
From my brother and his family
From book-friend Beth
To be entirely honest I do know of another stash of birthday cards ... but that's a decluttering project for another day.
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